I have va burial rights but don't care how they get rid of me (definitely not expecting you to do anything).
I've filed for unemployment, using Korena as my boss (they paid me). I'll see if that works before I do anything else. It might get intercepted though.
Korena just said I'm going back on monday, so I'll hang in there
Update: Blogspot's new version SUCKS...
Nevermind I go get the truck tomorrow to resume work, so I'm not supposed to drink 24 hours before then, and could get randomly tested immediately (and fired permanently if I have anything over 0.0)
I recently confirmed that I'm wearing my retirement plan around my neck (my bandanna) should I get nailed again, and don't give a shit anymore.
Even if the communists don't win this election, the country has gone into the crapper, and we're looking at armed insurrection instigated by 90% of the media, and I don't want to see any more, regardless of who wins.
Somehow every spoiled brat athlete agrees with that 90% that TRUMP is the liar, systemic racism is a FACT, and the Republican Party are reaponsible for that, along with our "division" (ie riots etc).
I warned you guys: The stupification and brainwashing of the "underclass" via acedemia and media has succeeded, and the United States are doomed.
G FUCK YOU I was right. Stick your eyerolls, snickers, and snorts up your ass and ADMIT it.
But I digress: wearing my last resort around my neck all the time is liberating. If Big Brother nails me again, I'm done. All I need is a doorknob or hook.
Indeed, when I tested positive the first time, I had "rescue tape" wrapped around my neck in the parking lot (it wasn't working) when Korena called me.
I was pulling the tape away from my neck, then cutting it loose with my knife, as I spoke to her. (It clogged up my sinuses, but couldn't kill me.)
Korena gave me a ray of hope. She seemed determined to salvage me, and swore that she could, so I hung in there (haha).
But I owe Huntington Bank over a grand now (let alone what I owe YOU), and that's only because Huntington was my alternate credit card when my hotel bill came due and my FNB card was "NSF".
I'd be on the street dead otherwise, as Korena cut me loose (Long story she is as much a saint as a monster here, which drives me nuts) BUT:
I'm done being fucked with, so I'm daring my new carriers to test me on my first day with them, and am drinking beer at 5:28 pm.
Bro: "Freedom and the Collective" is all I can leave you, and if you don't use it (because you assume it sucks), that's on you.
On the off chance that you, G, and B actually read and consider my novel (chuh!), you can finish it, and submit it to Amazon for chump-change, and write sequals!
G can write sequals. He doesn't deserve it, but he can do it.
Okbye there's the update in case I cash out tomorrow okbye
My typeface inconsistency is Blogspot's fault: Whovever "updated" it ruined it. They should be taken out and shot (or at least fired).
Anyhoo I left McLarens pub with an extra (thousand dollar) cellphone which looked like mine, and didn't realize it til I got to my room.
I was going to go back to each bar I had been to to return it, but fortunately it's owner called "me", and told me where he was.
Tell G I'm not an asshole, and to go fuck himself.
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